I had pretty much the same reaction as the OP. I knew it was gonna happen, it happened, didn't particularly care all that much. Oh yeah, the random boners were annoying though. Thought I might add that.
Puberty: How did you react?
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We havn't had many first period stories yet xD
Hence, my contribution:
I got my first period on the last day of Year 7, which was sports day, so i couldn't ask the matron for sanitary towels because she wasn't in her office. So i sat in the toilets for a day and then ran home just before the day ended.
FUN.
Other than that, i never got any breasts to speak of and if anything, i got nicer after puberty...
What a first post ;D
Hence, my contribution:
I got my first period on the last day of Year 7, which was sports day, so i couldn't ask the matron for sanitary towels because she wasn't in her office. So i sat in the toilets for a day and then ran home just before the day ended.
FUN.
Other than that, i never got any breasts to speak of and if anything, i got nicer after puberty...
What a first post ;D
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I think it was along the lines of:
"What is this?"
"The hell did these grow?"
They just appeared...
"What is this?"
"The hell did these grow?"
They just appeared...
I started puberty very early so I was freaking out a lot. Which I think is rightly expected from a sixth grade girl who's the first one to start showing changes in their body. A lot of the other girls hated that fact and I was picked on a lot for it.
The process was physically painful from what I remember. Breasts growing, growing pains in the middle of the night, acne, and itching are what I remember as the most annoying. Mentally it was a clusterfuck. I was already in a enough crap as it was.
The process was physically painful from what I remember. Breasts growing, growing pains in the middle of the night, acne, and itching are what I remember as the most annoying. Mentally it was a clusterfuck. I was already in a enough crap as it was.
*is playing DDR*
"Hey... What is that strange, wet sensation?"
*puts in a tampon, goes back to DDR*
The Next Day:
"Hey Mom, I started. I didn't really freak out over it, so I kinda forgot to let you know when it happened."
Puberty itself wasn't really a big deal, but I seem to be hypersensitive to normal fluctuations of my lady hormones, so PMS is really terrible for me.
I mean, "migraines, physically sick, hot-flashes" kind of bad.
The general consensus on this is pretty much, "I have no idea what's causing your symptoms, but since you can't tolerate the medicine, you just give us the word and we'll do minor neurosurgery on that tumor that may not have any affect on you if you feel like it."
-.-
"Hey... What is that strange, wet sensation?"
*puts in a tampon, goes back to DDR*
The Next Day:
"Hey Mom, I started. I didn't really freak out over it, so I kinda forgot to let you know when it happened."
Puberty itself wasn't really a big deal, but I seem to be hypersensitive to normal fluctuations of my lady hormones, so PMS is really terrible for me.
I mean, "migraines, physically sick, hot-flashes" kind of bad.
The general consensus on this is pretty much, "I have no idea what's causing your symptoms, but since you can't tolerate the medicine, you just give us the word and we'll do minor neurosurgery on that tumor that may not have any affect on you if you feel like it."
-.-
"hey, where'd my vagina go?"
didn;t notice much tbh just my body hair increase and a massive temper all the time
didn;t notice much tbh just my body hair increase and a massive temper all the time
All I remember is noticing extra hair, lost a bit of weight, got very slightly taller, still kinda short. Surprisingly little mood changes, but I was always a bit of a grump, so that might explain that.
Funniest thing I remember was not wanting to use voice chat programs for fear of being "that squeaky kid" so when I finally heard my voice echoing over another headset I was like "Who's that- oh it's me."
Funniest thing I remember was not wanting to use voice chat programs for fear of being "that squeaky kid" so when I finally heard my voice echoing over another headset I was like "Who's that- oh it's me."
Well, I'm a female-to-male transsexual, so puberty was an absolute fucking nightmare. NIGHTMARE. I dealt with it by mentally blocking out as much of it as I possibly could; thus, there are various parts of it that I have no recollection of whatsoever.
Breasts were the worst. I went from "nothing" to a C cup practically overnight, and the shame, mortification, self-disgust and horror stemming from my gender dysphoria was soul-crushing. I considered taking a knife to them more than once. Also, the sudden attention I started getting from horny teenage boys and sick fucks of adult men at 13 or so only repeatedly underscored the trauma of being the fave of a few "funny" teachers BEFORE my boobs went pop. Having what sometimes felt like every OTHER guy suddenly be interested in pinching my butt and chasing me home from school shouting lewd comments was not a fucking improvement. Ugh forever.
So glad it's over. And the first time I successfully managed to pass for male in public and realized that other guys were giving me no more than a passing glance...the relief was euphoric.
I'm pretty sure there was way more to puberty than just getting ogled (my mother talks a lot about my mood swings, for example - mood swings, me?), but it's one of the few parts I clearly remember.
Although that was also about the age I started sneaking my father's shaving cream and play-shaving my face, pretending I needed to shave like other guys. Except once I messed up and gave myself a massive shaving cut on my upper lip, and my god, that was embarrassing. It would have been less embarrassing if I wasn't supposed to be a girl, but, well. I didn't actually NEED to shave, but I had to deal with the thought that now everyone thought I secretly had a heavy mustache or something. Tried to pass if off as a cat scratch, and spent the next few days "coughing" into my hand.
Oddly enough, I had enough to deal with regarding my gender, and any confusions over my sexual orientation (bisexual, turns out) were basically put on the back-burner until my twenties, so I didn't concern myself much with that.
Oh, and because some of you pansies apparently want this spoiler-boxed:
Breasts were the worst. I went from "nothing" to a C cup practically overnight, and the shame, mortification, self-disgust and horror stemming from my gender dysphoria was soul-crushing. I considered taking a knife to them more than once. Also, the sudden attention I started getting from horny teenage boys and sick fucks of adult men at 13 or so only repeatedly underscored the trauma of being the fave of a few "funny" teachers BEFORE my boobs went pop. Having what sometimes felt like every OTHER guy suddenly be interested in pinching my butt and chasing me home from school shouting lewd comments was not a fucking improvement. Ugh forever.
So glad it's over. And the first time I successfully managed to pass for male in public and realized that other guys were giving me no more than a passing glance...the relief was euphoric.
I'm pretty sure there was way more to puberty than just getting ogled (my mother talks a lot about my mood swings, for example - mood swings, me?), but it's one of the few parts I clearly remember.
Although that was also about the age I started sneaking my father's shaving cream and play-shaving my face, pretending I needed to shave like other guys. Except once I messed up and gave myself a massive shaving cut on my upper lip, and my god, that was embarrassing. It would have been less embarrassing if I wasn't supposed to be a girl, but, well. I didn't actually NEED to shave, but I had to deal with the thought that now everyone thought I secretly had a heavy mustache or something. Tried to pass if off as a cat scratch, and spent the next few days "coughing" into my hand.
Oddly enough, I had enough to deal with regarding my gender, and any confusions over my sexual orientation (bisexual, turns out) were basically put on the back-burner until my twenties, so I didn't concern myself much with that.
Oh, and because some of you pansies apparently want this spoiler-boxed:
My first period. Yeeeah. I had just turned 12.
There is seriously nothing that prepares you for the trauma of bleeding from the crotch. Nothing. I knew it was coming, and I still panicked and screamed bloody murder the first time I saw blood in the toilet. I thought I was injured! It's a pretty scary thing to discover you're bleeding when you had no awareness of it.
So yeah. I started hopping around the bathroom (thank god I was at home) in a frantic, adrenaline-fueled panic with my pants around my ankles. Not thinking clearly at all, I started worrying that my parents would be angry about any "mess" of blood anywhere, and that I would be smacked upside the head for it, so I started anxiously trying to clean up any blood without cluing in that I needed to deal with the SOURCE of the blood FIRST.
By the time I figured that out, me and the bathroom probably looked like Sissy Spacek at the end of Carrie. There was blood in the toilet, obviously, but there was also blood on the outside of the toilet, blood on the bath mat, blood on the floor, blood on the counter, blood in the sink, bloody hand prints on the wall, and blood on every article of my clothing.
...A year or so before that, my sixth-grade teacher had explained to the girls in our class that your period was a "beautiful miracle of life." Hopping around the bathroom, I said to myself, "WHAT A LOAD OF SHIT."
There is seriously nothing that prepares you for the trauma of bleeding from the crotch. Nothing. I knew it was coming, and I still panicked and screamed bloody murder the first time I saw blood in the toilet. I thought I was injured! It's a pretty scary thing to discover you're bleeding when you had no awareness of it.
So yeah. I started hopping around the bathroom (thank god I was at home) in a frantic, adrenaline-fueled panic with my pants around my ankles. Not thinking clearly at all, I started worrying that my parents would be angry about any "mess" of blood anywhere, and that I would be smacked upside the head for it, so I started anxiously trying to clean up any blood without cluing in that I needed to deal with the SOURCE of the blood FIRST.
By the time I figured that out, me and the bathroom probably looked like Sissy Spacek at the end of Carrie. There was blood in the toilet, obviously, but there was also blood on the outside of the toilet, blood on the bath mat, blood on the floor, blood on the counter, blood in the sink, bloody hand prints on the wall, and blood on every article of my clothing.
...A year or so before that, my sixth-grade teacher had explained to the girls in our class that your period was a "beautiful miracle of life." Hopping around the bathroom, I said to myself, "WHAT A LOAD OF SHIT."
I was fine with them, really.
Hell, I barely really noticed much until I started to grow chin hair...
Hell, I barely really noticed much until I started to grow chin hair...
Yeah kind of a non-event. I hit puberty pretty early, so in 5th grade, was the tallest person in my grade (a little under 6'). The main thing I noticed was that all of a sudden, my friends thought the dumbest things in the world were hilarious and or fascinating and didn't get how totally awesome the 6th grade girls were.
Really, you want to tell me something obviously false, then yell "Psyche!" and laugh your ass off when I'm pretty sure that girl over there might actually have a bra on?! Dude, look, GIRLS!
It was a little isolating, and I think around that time I was almost exclusively heterosocial, with all my friends girls because the boys were so dumb. But by 8th/9th grade, we were all pretty much on the same page and I went back to having male friends.
But that was about it.
Really, you want to tell me something obviously false, then yell "Psyche!" and laugh your ass off when I'm pretty sure that girl over there might actually have a bra on?! Dude, look, GIRLS!
It was a little isolating, and I think around that time I was almost exclusively heterosocial, with all my friends girls because the boys were so dumb. But by 8th/9th grade, we were all pretty much on the same page and I went back to having male friends.
But that was about it.
I was a REALLY early bloomer. I hit puberty in 5th grade and shot up past most of my classmate, got bad acne (still have it in my senior year), and the hair! Oh the hair. I thought my real father must have mated with a ape. But, after I figured out what it was I calmed down... until my voice cracked and got low.
(damn, that was a long time ago) UMMMMMMM, ah yes, i remember now. jacking off ALL THE FUCKING TIME O_O one hair on my junk and i was like "I AM A FUCKIN BEAST!!!" i now realize that less hair is best.
also, the security encryption i have to type says "nlyatte men" given the topic of discussion is puberty, i'm having mixed thoughts. NY latte for men? annihilate men? and i 8 men? nye ate men? puberty relate pun?
also, the security encryption i have to type says "nlyatte men" given the topic of discussion is puberty, i'm having mixed thoughts. NY latte for men? annihilate men? and i 8 men? nye ate men? puberty relate pun?